Chapter 78 Anton
Anton
Istand and extend a hand so she can slide out of her seat. Across the aisle lies a sofa running the length of the cabin. There’s a bedroom at the rear of the plane, but I don’t want a bed.
I want the woman I love sprawled across the main cabin of my jet like a banquet for one.
She stands, the strap I nudged still hanging down her arm, her shoulder still slightly pink from where I sucked it.
‘Undo me, then,’ she says, her eyes bright with challenge. Anticipation.
‘That I can do.’ I take her by the upper arms and turn her around. A quick tug at her dress’ zip has the entire thing sliding to the ground, leaving her in just a black lace thong.
She turns her head and smiles at me over her shoulder, and I’m speechless. That knowing smile. That creamy skin. The perfection of the globes of that arse.
‘Turn around,’ I say huskily.
She turns, kicking her dress away.
Fuck me, her tits. I grind my jaw. My mouth is watering, so desperate am I to get one of them in my mouth.
‘So fucking beautiful,’ I tell her. ‘I’m going to come all over those tits. Now, lose the thong.’
‘Yes, sir,’ she says, the corners of her mouth lifting. She doesn’t break eye contact as she hooks her thumbs into the lace and tugs it down. She loves this game as much as I do.
And then she’s naked. Naked except for her heels and the choker. My choker. My mark of ownership.
‘On the sofa,’ I tell her. ‘Legs spread. I want to see every bit of the pretty cunt you’ve been keeping from me.’
‘Certainly,’ she says, and saunters over to the sofa. I watch her cheeks move. We’ve reached a cruising altitude and the air is calm. Sunlight drenches the cabin and catches on her hair. The diamonds around her neck. It makes her luminous.
She’s a celestial being that’s all mine to defile.
There’s something about being up here with her, away from the crowds and the noise and the various financial markets and the people wanting a piece of me.
We’re suspended.
Untethered.
The air feels filled with possibility.
She takes her seat on the cream leather, reclining languidly, arms stretched out along the back of the sofa. She plants her heels on the floor and opens her legs wide for me.
Jesus fucking Christ.
She’s every fantasy I have ever and could ever have—this stunning, classy, intelligent woman who has submitted to me, body and soul.
The ways I want to desecrate her.
I pick up my champagne flute and survey the delicious scene before me as I sip.
‘So many options,’ I muse. ‘What do I want to do first?’
‘You can do anything you want,’ she murmurs, watching me. ‘I trust you.’
And with those magic words, she spurs me into action.
I bend and tilt my flute, pouring a thin drizzle of Krug over her chest. The pale golden liquid hits her skin with a splash and drips over her tits. Down her stomach. It’ll end up on her cunt, I hope.
The sight of it, wet and glistening on her skin, has me losing my glass and falling to my knees in front of her.
I push her legs further apart and pull her in for a quick kiss before I feast on her beautiful body.
I bend my head and I lick the champagne off her tits.
I slurp at her skin. I suck on her nipples.
I grab handfuls of flesh and revel in the exquisite pleasure of having Gen all to myself once again.
She arches into me as I suck on one taut, juicy nipple, her fingernails digging into my shoulders through my shirt. ‘Oh my God,’ she grits out. ‘So good.’
‘You’re fucking delectable,’ I growl. I squat down further and plant a hand on either knee, holding her wide open as my mouth hits that sweet, sweet cunt.
Jesus Christ, my head is spinning and my cock is straining against my trousers.
I need inside her so badly, but I’ve waited long enough for this moment, and I’ve come so close to losing her.
My cock can wait. This is about reminding Gen who she belongs to. Reminding her she’ll never get the same kind of satisfaction from anyone else.
Not even close.
I wedge my shoulders between her thighs to hold them open for me and find her nipple with one hand.
Then I ram two fingers hard inside her, and she cries out.
She’s tight, and wet, and warm, and I want to make my home here.
I never want to leave. I give her a single lick, from my fingers to her clit, and look up at her. Fuck, she tastes sublime.
I feel positively murderous with desire.
I’m a wild animal whose prey has taunted him, evaded him, for too long, and now there’ll be hell to pay.
‘How does that feel?’ I ask, crooking my fingers for good measure.
She jolts. ‘Oh my God—amazing. It feels amazing. I need more.’
I arch my eyebrows. ‘Because it’s been a while?’ I ask before touching my tongue to her clit for a split second.
‘Y-yes.’ She’s already in that state I love so much, where she’s so aroused the world around her has ceased to exist, and it’s just her, me, and the release she’s chasing.
‘Not much fun being kept waiting, is it?’ I enquire airily. I pull my fingers out and wait.
Her eyes narrow. She may be halfway to heaven, but she’s just worked out my game. ‘No.’
‘Did you get yourself off this week?’
‘Yes.’
I push my fingers back in, hard. ‘Did it feel like this?’
‘No. It was shit.’
‘What did you think about?’ I let my mouth hover right over her clit so she knows a good answer will get her rewarded.
‘You. Always you.’
‘Good.’ I swirl my tongue around her swollen clit, and she shudders with happiness. ‘How?’
‘We pretended I was your assistant, and you bent me over your desk at work.’
I make a mental note to have that happen as soon as possible when we’re back in London. ‘That’s my girl. Do you want to come?’
‘Yes,’ she moans. ‘Please, baby.’
I withdraw my fingers from their slick sheath.
‘You can come when you’ve earned it. You’ve made me wait long enough. Take my cock out and suck it.’
She pulls herself upright, and I can see in her face she’s conflicted.
She needs to come, but she wants my cock.
I toe off my loafers and hastily unbutton my shirt as she makes quick work of my belt and chinos, pushing them down my legs before extricating my cock from my boxers and shoving them down too.
Then I’m naked in front of her, and my poor, aching cock is in her hand, and she’s gripping it tightly.
Fuck me. This is what I need.
I reach behind me and grab my flute. ‘Here, sweetheart.’ I hold it to her lips so she can take a mouthful, and then she’s feeding my cock into her mouth as the cool liquid sluices around my crown and champagne bubbles pop against my flesh.
‘Yes,’ I hiss, and she looks up at me adoringly.
This.
My girlfriend, naked before me, her pink lips around my cock and looking like I’ve summoned the world’s most high-class hooker to play on my jet in her Bulgari jewels and stiletto heels.
The sense of power rolls over me. The possibilities swirl in my brain and in my dick. She’s mine to do what I like with.
Fuck knows, I’ll fuck her six ways till Sunday before I land.
‘Suck it,’ I order, and she swallows the champagne, her mouth contracting around me.
Then she’s working me, one hand cupping my heavy balls as the other claws down my stomach.
She swipes her tongue through the precum weeping from my slit.
She teases the sensitive underside of my crown and then deep-throats me.
Holy fuck.
She sucks like a whore, too, and I love it.
I slide my hands through her hair so I can clamp them on either side of her head and throw my head back as I guide my cock deeper and deeper.
Every time I hit the back of her throat, I let out an involuntary sound that’s somewhere between a growl and a bellow. She’s just too good.
When I look back down at her, she’s rubbing herself on the sofa.
‘Sweetheart,’ I say sternly. ‘If you make yourself come, you won’t get another one from me. Stop it.’
She rolls her eyes at me, and I smirk.
My Gen is back, in that version of her I love so much—wanton and desperate and greedy, her delicious mouth stuffed full of my cock. I cast my mind back to that first glimpse of her at Alchemy. So immaculate. So buttoned-up.
This is what I wanted.
This is what I saw, even then.
I let her do what she does so well—licking and sucking and mouth-fucking me—until I’m so close I can no longer trust myself not to blow. I release her head and pull out. Jesus. I’m so fucking hard. My balls are high and tight and ready to explode, and my shaft is slick from Gen’s wet mouth.
‘Turn around and bend over,’ I order her in a ragged voice, and she does as I say, draping herself back against the sofa. I’m so lightheaded I can barely string a sentence together. I fully intended to shoot my load all over her tits, but this is no time for fun and games.
I need to be balls deep in her now.
We both need it.
She stands and brushes her lips against mine as I stare down at her in a kind of stupor. Then she’s turning and hingeing forward at the waist, planting her legs wide and her palms firmly in a brace position either side of one of the small windows.
She’ll fucking need to brace herself for what I have in mind.
I admire the staggering view of Gen bent over for me, holes on display, tits hanging heavily, her face turned to one side so I can admire her anguished profile as I run the tip of my dick up and down her slit.
‘God,’ I tell her. ‘You’re dripping for me, my darling. You are so fucking perfect.’
And with that, I line myself up and push in hard, thanking my lucky stars that we had the conversation around protection and got tested last week. Because I want nothing between us.
I want skin on skin.
Flesh on flesh.
I want it to be her and me and nothing else except for the otherworldly pleasure of being sheathed in her like this.
I bottom out, and she lets out one of those noises that tells me my little ice queen is way too close to care about being polite or appropriate right now.
She’s lost.
As am I.
I knead the plump, perfect flesh of her arse with one hand as the other holds her hip tightly. As I bottom out in her, I practically black out at the overwhelming pleasure of it.
‘This is how it’s supposed to be, sweetheart,’ I grit out, grinding my hips against her and marvelling at how beautifully she’s gripping me.
‘Yes,’ she agrees. I suspect if I told her it was midnight, she’d agree too. I pull out as slowly as I can, every nerve ending in my dick singing as I drag my swollen flesh against hers.
‘It’ll be hard and fast,’ I warn her. ‘It has to. You’ve made me wait too fucking long.’ I ram in savagely, frustration and blind need warring in me. ‘Too. Fucking. Long.’
‘Show me how angry you are,’ she gasps. ‘Fuck me like you’re really fucking pissed off.’
Her words ignite something in me. Because my dick is really fucking angry that she’s withheld herself from me this week when we could have been doing this.
‘You’ve got it,’ I tell her. Jesus, I’m close.
I exhale hard through flared nostrils and I release her arse so I can grab a handful of that gorgeous hair.
I fist it in my hand.
And I fucking let rip.
I really let her have it as I piston my hips as hard and fast as I can.
The world blurs around me, and I screw my eyes shut tightly as sensation builds and builds like a fucking tsunami.
It’s going to take me out any minute. I’m dimly aware of the rhythmic slaps of our flesh and sweet, sweet sound of Gen gasping and moaning as she gamely attempts to hold on for the ride.
I’ve never been this rough with her.
I’ve never needed to come inside her this badly.
Because this isn’t just about release. It’s about claiming her in the most primal, complete way I know how.
She comes first, bucking against me as the incredible muscles of her cunt clamp around my cock. She’s chanting my name like it’s the only thing anchoring her in sanity.
Like it’s a mantra that will save her.
I pound her through her orgasm, and then I fucking detonate as she continues to go off around me. Every muscle in my body cramps as I go rigid and then shoot my entire fluid supply as deep as I can inside her. The pleasure goes on and on, pulsing through me like a current.
‘Fuck!’ I bellow. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’
I keep myself firmly inside her until I’ve emptied every last drop. I feel as though I’ve run a marathon. She’s sagging as she comes down, so I lean forward and gather her up in my arms, gently tugging her upright so her back is against my chest, my dick still jerking inside her.
She’s floppy and sated and flushed. I wrap my arms around her upper body, enjoying the softness of her tits against them, and find her mouth with mine.
We kiss tenderly. I swipe my tongue languorously through her mouth, then rest my forehead against her temple.
‘I’ve never had this before,’ I tell her. ‘Not with anyone I care about. I hope you understand how unique this is.’
She puts a hand up to cup my face. ‘I do. It’s insane. I don’t know how we got so lucky.’
‘Not sure I’d call it lucky,’ I mutter darkly. ‘I’ve been waiting half a fucking century for you.’